iii) “We’ve gotta go right away?”

“We’ve gotta go right away, Shyan?” Fassn calls out to her retreating form. “C’mon, I’m hungry here. So is Cang.”
Cang gives Fassn the stinkeye and covers the rations secreted in his ruck. “Certain to be many edible things in the grand expanse, my friend,” he says. His gaze follows the endless line where sea meets sky.
“Yeah, Cang’s right,” Fassn says. “Fish for us, Abia!”
But Abianarin follows Shyan into the goldengreen of the trees.